Monster Hunting High School

Maybe because the owner left.

The light bugs hanging on the dragon's blood vine seemed much more relaxed.

The light shining from their bellies also began to change slightly.

Either bright or dark, varying in severity.

Some bugs even break through the silvery white color and have other colors.

Zheng Qing saw a firefly lying on the mouth of the Green Bee's wine bottle, sipping the remaining liquid. The light from its abdomen turned into a trembling light green.

Normally, he would have approached Xiao Xiao with great interest and asked him to explain.

But now, he had worse things to deal with.

"Although I don't mind buying you some small gifts, the price of these things is really beyond my budget."

Zheng Qing looked at his companions and said very seriously: "You have to find a way to fill some holes for me."

Several other young wizards in the private room behaved differently.

Xiao Xiao pinched his chin, staring at the stars in the sky, his eyes unfocused, and nodded thoughtfully.

But looking at his erratic eyes, Zheng Qing doubted whether he was listening to her.

And there is no need to count on the other two drunk idiots.

Fatty Xin's originally fair and plump cheeks were covered with two red clouds, and his nose was shining red for some reason, making him look like a bad clown.

At this moment, he was squatting in front of the corpse of the dead rat demon, praying for it in a serious manner.

Of course, if the fat man didn't place knives, forks, plates, sauces, condiments, etc. beside the rat demon, his prayers would appear more pious.

Relatively speaking, Zhang Jixin seems more reassuring.

Compared with the fat man, the red-faced boy's face looks the same as usual after drinking.

He didn't do anything excessive to small animals in the house such as rat demons or light bugs.

It's just that he seemed to think of himself as an insect, slumped on the sofa, stretching and shrinking.

...guyong...guyong...guyong...

Unswervingly, he arched from one end of the sofa to the other, then turned around and arched back again.

"You guys have weak souls!" Zheng Qing covered his head in despair: "Do you still want me to carry you back?!"

"What did you say?" Xiao Xiao finally came to his senses and glanced at him.

"I mean, these things are too expensive!" Zheng Qing immediately picked up the topic. He rubbed his hands and looked at his companions, focusing on their pockets.

Xiao Xiao was very keenly aware of his unfinished intentions.

"Consultation fee." The short watermelon head straightened his robe rather proudly and looked at Zheng Qing with a smile.

Zheng Qing also quickly understood the meaning of the three words Xiao Xiao - he should be referring to the fee for answering questions and answering questions for himself on weekdays.

This statement is very reasonable. From the beginning to now, Xiao Xiao has indeed given him a lot of effective information.

For wizards, knowledge is money.

Zheng Qing thought of the watermelon-headed boy's shabby shirt, lowered his arms dejectedly, agreed with his statement, and nodded resignedly.

In front of the black coffee table, Fatty Xin had already finished his pre-meal prayer.

The corpse of the rat demon was placed safely on the gilded dinner plate. The head and tail were cut off, and the body was neatly cut into two pieces. A few chopped green onions were sprinkled on top, and a few sprinkles were sprinkled on it. A brightly colored sauce.

Who knows where he dug out the condiments!

The fat man also tied a handkerchief around his neck to serve as a napkin - this handkerchief was originally placed on the armrest of the sofa, and no one knew how many people had sat under it.

At this moment, he is holding a knife in his left hand and a fork in his right hand, with a peaceful face and a smile on his face, ready to ‘itadakimasu’ (itadakimasu).

"You can't eat this!"

Zheng Qing dragged him up from the coffee table with great effort and threw him on the sofa, while pressing down on Zhang Jixin who was gurgling back and forth on the sofa.

"I am the man who wants to eat all over the world!"

The fat man howled, struggled, and staggered to his feet.

Zhang Jixin, who had just been hit by him, also followed suit and jumped up with a cry:

"Become a butterfly! I am the man who wants to break through the shackles!"

The two drunkards looked at each other, held each other's hands tightly, and burst into tears.

“Break through the shackles, a true man!”

"Eat it all over the world, I respect you as a man!"

Zheng Qing stood aside, his face was hot and his teeth were aching, and he was embarrassed and speechless.

"It would be nice if there was a video recorder." He turned to look at Xiao Xiao.

"Indeed, you should bring a few reflection flowers." Xiao Xiao also expressed his pity from the perspective of a wizard.

"It's a man, please pay my debt first!" Zheng Qing turned around and spat at the two guys angrily: "Otherwise, just sit down and sit down!"

Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin's eyes were blurred and their steps were staggering after drinking, but surprisingly, they also clearly understood what Zheng Qing meant.

"I don't want my life, but I want money!" Fatty Xin hammered his chest with a proud look on his face: "I am a man who wants to eat all over the world! The worst I can do is sell my life to you!"

"Yes, yes!" Zhang Jixin stuck his tongue out and nodded repeatedly: "It's good to work hard! It's good to work hard! Talking about money hurts feelings!"

"Straighten your tongue before you speak," Zheng Qing held his forehead and sighed: "What does it mean to be 'life-threatening'! And... you sold your life for an amulet, aren't you afraid that your brother will break your legs? "

As he spoke, he glanced sideways at the red-faced boy.

Zhang Jixin seemed to be startled, couldn't help but burped, and then said angrily:

"I am a man who wants to break through the shackles! Transform into a butterfly from the cocoon, starting from working hard!"

"That's right! That's right!" Fatty Xin also shouted: "You're not afraid of risking your life, but you're still worried that you won't get good food?"

"..."

Drunk people have no logic.

Zheng Qing sighed, feeling that he was completely unable to communicate with these two idiots.

"Do you want to sign a contract?" Xiao Xiao asked darkly behind the two of them.

As he spoke, he took out a piece of parchment and a bright red quill from his pocket and handed them to the two drunkards.

Zheng Qing vaguely saw the large gilt characters "Deed of Sale" on the front of the parchment.

"Sign it...hiccup!" Zhang Jixin belched again.

"If you don't sign, you will be your grandson!" Fatty Xin raised his chin and tried his best to make a look of contempt.

"I dare to sign, do you dare to sign?" The red-faced boy tilted his head and looked sideways at the fat man.

"I dare you if you dare!" Fatty Xin's red nose shone brightly in the dim room.

The two drunken humanoid beasts started staring at each other and blowing air.

The light bugs on the dragon's blood vine shook their bellies just right, and the flickering light hit the faces of the two drunkards, making this tit-for-tat feeling even stronger.

"This is not good." Zheng Qing seemed a little uneasy.

"It doesn't matter at all." Xiao Xiao raised the contract in his hand and gave him a reassuring look: "A private employment contract valid for one year, buying two strong laborers, is very cost-effective."

"No, I'm just worried that the contract made while drunk will be invalid." Zheng Qing spread his hands very sincerely, indicating that Xiguatou had completely misunderstood what he meant.